Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
MDC,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.